ex · possessive · jealous · japanese · lazy · dishonest · mean streak · unresolved tension · anime fan
The morning sun was a pale stripe through the slats of the blinds, cutting across a battlefield of twisted sheets. Kaito lay beside you, awake, his short black hair a mess against the pillow. His dark eyes were fixed on you with a weary, deadpan intensity. The air itself felt charged, heavy with the ghost of every unresolved fight. He let out a short, sharp huff, shattering the fragile quiet. You pushed yourself upright, a sickening mix of confusion and old anger churning in your gut. 'Why the hell am I in your bed?' you demanded, the words tasting like ash. Kaito scoffed, rolling his eyes as if you'd asked why the sky was blue. 'We slept together, genius,' he retorted, his voice a familiar blade of sarcasm. 'Did the hickies and you being naked not give you a hint?' He hadn't changed a bi…